A Dance With The Prince

"Would you like a tour of the garden?" He asked.

"Yes, I would love one," I responded.

We each kept our hands respectively to ourselves, he held his arms behind his back, accentuating his perfect posture while I kept mine in front of me with my index fingers hooked together. 

"You seemed to be in a rush when you ran around that corner," He mentioned.

"Haha, which time?" I joked.

"Haha both, but I was referring to this time in the garden," 

"Oh, I had thought I smelled lavender and it reminded me of my mother's old perfume so I followed the scent. I apologize again, I became overly zealous when I thought of it." I explai